The Weather Station - Robber (Live on KEXP)
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KEXP.ORG presents The Weather Station performing “Robber” live in the KEXP studio. Recorded February 17, 2022.
Tamara Lindeman - Piano / Voice
Will Kidman - Guitar
Johnny Spence - Keys
Ben Whiteley - Bass
Evan Cartwright - Drums
Host: Cheryl Waters
Audio Engineer: Kevin Suggs
Mastering: Matt Ogaz
Cameras: Jim Beckmann, Carlos Cruz, Alaia D’Alessandro & Scott Holpainen
Editor: Jim Beckmann
www.theweatherstation.net
kexp.org
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Yes thank you guys for the music.
Absolute perfection. Such a sublime sound
Love your live shows. And the performance space is quite special. What an incredibly haunting track.
crazy good
Fantastic
Love the Weather Station! Tamara's songwriting is awesome and the band always performs the music so professionally! Their musicianship amazes me all the time. Thanks a lot for the great music, KEXP! 🎄🎄🎄
Welp I guess I gotta go see them on tour now
Très belle musique 🎶 love ❤️
Epic
This is makng my day, thank you one more time KEXP for showing me another amazing band!!!
When I first heard this song on the record I IMMEDIATELY thought of 'Happiness Is Easy' by Talk Talk. The galloping beat combined with the sparse and intricate arrangements are so similar. Listen here, both are amazing tracks: kzread.info/dash/bejne/maBoztiDndnXgbg.html
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I never believed in the robber I never saw nobody climb over my fence No black bag, no gloved hand I never believed in the robber I figured everything he took was gone Nothing to do, nothing to be done I never believed in the robber No, I never believed in the robber You never believed in the robber You thought a robber must hate you To wanna take from you The robber don't hate you You never believed in the robber But the robber never believed in you You're two halves of the same piece Divided into two No, the robber don't hate you No, the robber don't He had permission Permission by words, permission of thanks Permission by laws, permission of banks White table cloth dinners Convention centres, it was all done Make real imagination, make unreal That which can be taken Turn your gaze from the window's light Turn your attention to this sharp knife I never believed in the robber When I was young I learned how to make love to the robber To dance with the other To wring from his hand, the touch of a lover I never believed in the robber Nobody taught me nothing was mine If nothing was mine Then taking, was all there was Looting at dawn, looting at dusk Hold open the gates for the want of lust All I saw was the dust, kicked up
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